The night was deep, with ink-like clouds churning in the sky, as if brewing a violent storm.
The Jin Family courtyard was in disarray.
A black car was parked in the yard, and Jin Rumo, dressed in a black suit, carried a coldness with him, his face expressionless as he stepped into the main house.
In the garden, the flowers and plants had all been deliberately cut down, and the living room was even more chaotic.
Broken porcelain scattered across the floor, cushions on the Italian sofa ripped open, their stuffing floating in the air, and upon entering, the stench of alcohol was overpowering.
Jin Rumo's cold eyes swept over the mess, he stepped forth and walked straight to the second floor.
Upstairs, in Jin Manman's room, the chaos was just the same.
The maid, upon seeing Jin Rumo, seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief: "Young Master, you've finally returned. Miss she..."
Before the maid could finish, Jin Rumo interrupted her coldly, "You may go downstairs!"
"Yes..."
